[Comprehensive] The victory of the second dealer

Lydia recognized him as soon as she saw his signature hair color. Ten minutes ago, Hermione was still complaining to her about how disgusting this guy was. Ten minutes later, this man had left London and came to New York.

The other party finished speaking quickly, and then slowly turned around, saw Lydia standing obliquely behind him, stared at her for a few seconds, and an indistinct smile appeared on the other party's face : "Morrison."

His voice was nice, but not low-pitched, with a kind of lazy meaning, which was a little different from the arrogance when he was talking to the shopkeeper just now.

"Draco Malfoy." Lydia imitated his tone and called out slowly, her green eyes staring at him with a blank expression.

Draco was a little firmer than she'd first seen him, but his skin still looked that bloodless pale.

He was wearing a black robe. From his slightly open neckline, he could see the black shirt he was wearing inside. If you looked carefully, you could vaguely see the intricate patterns embroidered on it. It looked very expensive.

Lydia put her eyes back on Draco's face again, seeing his smiling expression, a smile gradually appeared on her face, but she didn't say anything, took out the blueprint from her bag, and handed it to The shopkeeper who came over to receive her.

The drawings were drawn according to her vision, as their company's field uniforms in the future, and strive to be recognizable at a glance when walking on the battlefield.

She explained to the shopkeeper the meaning of each part of the design draft, took out US dollars to pay the deposit, and ordered fifty robes of the same style at one time - the currency in circulation in the American magic world is different from the British Galleon. , because there is no separate living area for the magic world, they usually trade in US dollars, which is more convenient.

When Lydia took the receipt and turned her head, Draco was no longer there.

She wasn't disappointed either, rich people were always very busy, but when she walked out of the gown shop, she saw Draco standing in the window of a pet shop opposite, looking at the pets inside the glass.

Although he is standing in a rather casual and relaxed posture, he stands out with a completely different sense of elegance from others. Even if it is just a back view, all passers-by can't help but look at him a few more times, and there are many In order to see his face, people walked into the pet shop.

Lydia walked over slowly and stood beside him, looking at the cubs inside the glass. Draco turned his head slightly and glanced at her, his smooth hair that had not been sprayed with hair gel slid down just to reach him. above the eyes, without blocking the view.

He didn't care about his hair either, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a very faint smile, turned around and walked towards the elevator while talking: "When I was young, I wanted to keep a dragon as a pet."

His walking speed wasn't slow, but he looked very elegant. More people were watching him. He seemed to be adapting to the attention of everyone. His pace didn't change at all, and his line of sight didn't even shift.

Lydia was not as particular about him, and walked beside him in high heels, listening to him continue: "But Hogwarts doesn't allow dragons—of course, my father doesn't allow me to raise them in the manor either. "

When the elevator reached the first floor, Malfoy had already finished talking about how he caught Harry and the others raising the dragon at Hogwarts. His tone was very calm, and he even had a little nostalgia when he mentioned Hogwarts.

Lydia listened quietly, without interjecting, she actually didn't think dragons were attractive at all, she had seen pictures of several kinds of dragons, and had no idea why Draco liked them.

She thought that Draco's hobbies would be more elegant and beautiful, but she didn't expect him to have such down-to-earth hobbies.

Draco stopped talking after finishing speaking, Lydia thought for a while and asked, "You hate Harry so much, why did you buy his photo?"

"When did you know?" Draco asked blankly, and Lydia raised the corner of her mouth: "Guess, now you told me."

He walked out of the gate of the Ministry of Magic with Lydia, raised his chin slightly and said slowly: "It's used to practice black magic."

He was very serious when he said this, and Lydia didn't know what kind of expression she should put on right now, Draco turned to look at her, and finally showed a more obvious smile: "You should Look at the look on your own face."

Lydia smiled and replied without showing any weakness: "What about Hermione? I heard that some boys like to bully the girls they like."

"You're talking about children." Draco gave her a sideways look and replied haughtily, then he frowned slightly, "And Granger..."

"I'll take you somewhere." Without waiting for Lydia's answer, Draco put his hand on Lydia's shoulder, waved his wand and said, "Disapparation."

Lydia just felt that her whole body was squeezed by a heavy object, as if someone had stuffed her into a narrow tube, which felt very uncomfortable.

The next moment, her feet hit the ground, and her inertia made her take a step forward before she could stand still.

Draco's hand had already let go of her shoulders, Lydia stood up straight and looked at Draco, he looked completely unaffected, his whole body was covered by a dark robe, and there was a slight wrinkle on the well-made robe None, Draco was watching her quietly at the moment.

This was the second time Lydia experienced the power of Apparition, and it was as uncomfortable as the first time. She frowned slightly and complained: "Some magic should have been improved a long time ago."

She stood up straight and looked around. They were standing in a huge greenhouse at the moment, surrounded by a factory-like assembly line. There were many people beside the machines. They looked professional, but their movements were not fast. , Lydia could hear ear-piercing screams from time to time.

Although she didn't do much research on plants before, after she became a teacher of X Academy recently, she got to know a lot of flowers and plants.

And these in front of them are obviously not ordinary plants.

Draco frowned slightly when he heard the scream. He put his hand on the wand inside the robe, moved his mouth slightly, and did not say the spell aloud. The next second, Lydia I felt that the scream seemed to be coming from far away, and it sounded much lighter.

She glanced at Draco's hand. Against the backdrop of the black cloak, his skin looked even paler. His knuckles were not protruding, but there was a different kind of beauty to them.

"This is the herbal garden." Draco looked at those people, and raised his chin towards a building not far away. "There is a place where potions are made. There are 30 people, all of whom are ordinary potions."

Lydia understood what he meant in an instant, and turned her head to look at him: "I thought you didn't like Muggles."

The demand for ordinary potions is indeed relatively large, but it is not enough for assembly line operations, and the shelf life of potions is not long, so the production of such large quantities is obviously not for people in the magic world.

And Draco brought her here specially, the purpose is already obvious.

These personnel configurations, these numerous wonderful herbs, have obviously been cultivated for a long time.

Draco had probably decided to do Muggle business long ago.

Hearing Lydia's question, Draco laughed lazily, and looked at Lydia with gray eyes: "I still don't like it now, but the Malfoy family can stand because of our excellent vision. "

He was very arrogant and confident, Lydia raised her eyebrows and said nothing, Draco continued: "Although Granger has become the Minister of Magic, she still doesn't understand that those businessmen will only boo when they see benefits , not because of me."

"I saw her Twitter," Draco sat on a wooden bench at the edge of the greenhouse, snorted softly, and said with a bad expression, "Gryffindor."

Lydia didn't sit down and laughed. Draco glared at her. Lydia didn't care at all, and said with a smile, "Hermione doesn't seem to like you either."

Draco snorted again, but said nothing.

Lydia bent down and picked up a small potted plant on the ground. It was the first time she had come into contact with the herbs in the magic world so closely. cell growth.

Draco took a look at the plant and introduced it to her: "Moonlight grass, it only blooms under the moonlight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the small potted plant in Lydia's hand grew flower buds at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a small flower bloomed.

Draco shut his mouth all of a sudden, with a very funny expression on his face. Lydia put the potted plant back on the ground. The feeling of giving birth to magic plants is similar to that of giving birth to ordinary plants, except that the growth speed of magic plants is slightly slower.

Lydia picked up another potted plant, slowly gave birth to it, and turned to Draco: "Then the great Mr. Malfoy, has your family's outstanding vision led you to find me now?"

What Lydia did subverted what Draco had been learning all along. He looked at the magic plant in Lydia's hand and raised his chin slightly: "You opened up channels for me in the Muggle world. You pushed the bill, fair deal."

Lydia narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Draco for a while, then raised the corners of her mouth to show a smile, and handed over the blooming flowers in her hand: "Deal? I thought we were friends, Draco."

"I think it's more like mutual help among friends." Lydia said with a smile, "And if you don't mind, I want all these potions."